The little baby in the painting, with a round face, chubby little hands and feet, and big eyes, looks like a Fuwa, very smart and cute.

Zhuo Yilan was reluctant to put it down, "Ouch, our son is getting better and better as he gets, and he has one-tenth of his father's demeanor." ”

Chu Lange: "......"

Can you get a face?!

Son, when you grow up, you can't be like your father!

She was starting to worry a little that she wouldn't be able to let someone teach her crookedly in the future.

Zhuo Yilan asked again: "Achu, is this what you painted?" ”

"Of course. The painting is not as good as you, but it is not bad. Chu Lange drew several pictures, and this one was the one she liked the most.

"Mmmm, it's not much worse, I have two percent of my painting skills." Zhuo Yilan praised it generously.

However, these words make people hate it.

Chu Lange decided not to talk to him for the next quarter of an hour.

It's just that he calculated the same accurately, and specifically picked out his son's topic and said, "Our son has grown up, you look at the original picture, and the last one." It's still obvious in comparison, isn't it? ”

Chu Lange, who had just decided to ignore him, subconsciously followed his finger and looked, the two small statues were placed together, and it was really as he said, the difference was obvious.

"Indeed." Chu Lange nodded.

Zhuo Yilan leaned over and said, "In the future, we will paint our son every year until he grows up, okay?" It's certainly fun when all the little statues are put together. ”

Chu Lange's phoenix eyes lit up, and he also felt that this idea was good, "We still have to draw one, and the whole family will do it together." Draw one every year. ”

"That's a good idea."

Zhuo Yilan said very seriously, as if he had really thought about it.

He also thought about drawing one for her every year.

In fact, he has painted before...... However, this is his secret, and he didn't tell her, and those portraits are all stored in the Tibetan Orchid Garden in Zhuofu.

The two men took the portrait of their son and looked at it for a long time.

Later, there was something in the army, and Zhuo Yilan was asked to deal with it, so he didn't talk any further, "I'm going to go out, and Achu will stay in the tent and have a good rest." ”

Chu Lange smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just waiting for you to come back in the tent." ”

"Good!"

Zhuo Yilan only felt that the current days were exactly what he had been looking forward to for a long time.

After last night, Chu Lange did have some changes.

It seems that he has lost the elegance of his body, dispersed the coldness of his body, and is willing to stand beside his beloved, washing his hands and making soup.

Of course, the latter sentence is just an analogy, because of a woman's cooking skills...... It's really hard to put into words.

Put away the portrait of his son.

A soldier brought a bowl of potion.

Chu Lange didn't leave the tent after taking it, he only found a military book, sat next to the bed and read it quietly.

One morning, that's it.

Noon is almost over.

Zhuo Yilan came back and had lunch with Chu Lange.

After sitting for a while, he hurried out again.

Chu Lange was still holding a military book and reading it, but after reading it for a while, he felt sleepy, and went to the bed to rest for half an hour, then put on a cloak, walked out of the tent, and walked in the barracks.

Idle days, nothing at first.

In fact, after a long time, it will inevitably feel boring.

Chu Lange walked in the camp, unimpeded. Because in the entire military camp, except for Zhuo Yilan, the person with the highest prestige is her.

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